Reverence

My name is Maxi Jazz and I ain't no joke
I make you choke on the mic when I go for broke
When I come into a jam, I tear off my shirt
I have no knowledge of fear, 'cause I'm here to do work (to do work-)

Kiss me neck

Ah, ah (kiss me neck), ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (kiss me neck)

Watch me ride
Take my words and the bass
Taste and then swallow me
You're chasing the devil, 'cause you're level if you follow me
For quality, and I make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology
'Cause this is like a modern day hymn for the new church
I search for the truth, I got a hole in my tooth
I'm uncouth, yes sir, I'm from a street university

Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity
And I would find the easy way out of a hard time
Petty crime sometime, but now I'm inclined to find
A fresh direction, kiss me neck
Check out the funky section
'Cause this is the part where I start to rip up words
A comfort coming straight from my heart
I'm not a mystic, my views are realistic, simplistic
One special brew, I get pissed quick
And get sick, so I don't do it no more

I won't find peace of mind, rolling around the floor
The point I want to make is you can never escape from your fate
The mistake is to take without giving
From within, hah, you wanna know how I'm living
I'm cool, I'm looking after myself
And I could never place wealth before my spirit
I feel it's unhealthy
The devil creep around your soul stealthy, stealthy
'Til you get bold, rush the gold
And before you're much older

Your soul is sold, where's it getting you?
Competition starts swearing you
Gold-diggers setting you up
Soon be forgetting your existence
Do you need a for instance
I have to admire your persistence in sticking to a game plan
That brings you pain man, and at the end of the day, nothing is gained
So listen to the voice within, hah
I'll see you later
Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator

(Slam; huh, yeah; slam, it's gonna be, it's gonna be, slam)
(Slam, slam, it's gonna be, it's gonna be, slam)
(Slam, slam, it's gonna be, it's gonna be, slam)

Quiet, still, you feel there's nothing going on
Until you realise the space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
As your thoughts cease and pleasure grows in your soul
I ain't a Christian, sometimes I feel like dissing 'em, but listen
I'm just trying to tell you what I know
If you would once relax, chill to the max
These words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul
If I say God is alive, I know you wanna know why

Babies die, food don't grow, why? Trains smash, planes crash
Situation mash and slam, bam your fellow man
Money's in fashion, huh, it ain't rational
Because damn it, he didn't just give us the planet
And its wealth, deep inside your soul he left a piece of himself, hah
The Lord has been here. His voice is small
You keep lying and trying, denying the call from inside
You can't hide responsibility
So decide from today just how it's gonna be

Thou shalt have no other God but me
He can set you free see, but you have to listen
And who's that false idol I see you kissing?
Money, success and untold wealth, good health
And all you have to do is love yourself
It's a fact, you'll attract all the things that you lack
So just chill, and get off the racetrack
And take a pace back, face facts, it's your decision
You don't need eyes to see, you need vision

Continue to view the Lord as being separated
And you're living a lie that's been perpetrated
For many centuries, I'm on a mission
These facts in my rap, ah, I don't sing
But I want to share the peace that they bring
My name is G.O.D
The Grand Oral Disseminator



Credits
Writer(s): Winston Riley, Rollo Armstrong, Alexander Fraser Maxwell, Ayalah Deborah Bentovim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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